I’ll never find one – no matter where i go,
not even if i went back to mother and father,
the house where i was born and my parents reared me once.
ah, but much as i grieve for them, much as i long
to lay my eyes on them. set food on the old soil,
it’s longing for him, him that wrings my heart –
odysseus, lost and gone!
that man, old friend, far away as he is…
i can scarcely bear to say his name aloud,
so deeply he loved me, cared for me, so deeply.
worlds away as he is, i call him my master, brother! ”

who is the speaker of this passage?